City of Bones Parody

Chapter Two

I woke up feeling awful, as if my body was weighed down with chains. But despite the feeling, I felt comfortable, and warm.

I opened my eyes, and groaned. I felt tired, and it was bright when I looked. I quickly shut my eyes again.

This time I was more careful when I opened them. Once they were working again, I looked around.

I was in a bedroom. A nice one at that. It had black marble floors, and black and white wall paper. One of the walls was completely glass, and see through. but I didn't pay attention. It was a large bedroom. It was square, maybe 15 foot long walls.

The bed I was in was at one wall, and a door to the right of me. A small table and lamp was beside me, and a bookshelf on the other. A desk was across from me, with drawing materials.

There was a large dresser next to the desk. Everything in the room was made of polished black wood. There was an open door next to my bed, and I saw a sink in there. It must be the bathroom.

I got up out of bed, and noticed I was still in the same clothes I was wearing before. There was an alarm clock next to the bed, and I squinted to see it. November 26, 2:38 a.m.

What? It was the 24 the last time I remember. All the details of the previous incident came flooding back, and tears flooded my eyes at the realization.

My apartment was attacked. Luke could be dead. My mom is...I don't even know what happened to her. I was kidnapped by 3 guys, who somehow knew my mom. And now I don't know where I am after sleeping for 2 days.

I ran to the door, and jiggled the knob. It was locked, of course. There weren't any windows, but I looked at the glass wall. It was crystal clear, and beyond it was Brooklyn.

It was still dark outside, and it looked like midnight. But in a few hours it would be 5:00 and the sun would rise.

There were beautiful sky scrapers with lights of hold and royal blue. Some were purple or bright red. Some were white ad bright. I was higher than all of that. I could see the rest of the city below me, stretching on for miles.

But one thing I knew for sure. This wasn't Brooklyn. It had completely different buildings, and I didn't recognize anything. I wasn't even in a different part of Brooklyn. This was a completely different city.

I definitely wasn't going back to sleep, so I decided I had better take a shower. 2 days could really make you stink.

I take off my jacket and sneakers, and set them on the dresser. I wanted to keep those.

I open the first drawer, and find socks. Who has a thing full of socks? I pick out 2 identical ankle socks, and set them down.

I open the next drawer, and it's empty. I rummage through all the drawers until I find something I actually like.

I ended up with black jeans with a white intricate design, a black fitted t-shirt, the socks, and underclothes. Even though I had told myself that I was going to wear my sneakers, I found a pair of high tops that I really liked. I don't know what brand they were, but the letter M was stamped on the heel with stars around it. A new brand, maybe?

Also, on both of the heels, it looked like there was some kind of fancy 6 in black. It was cool.

I took the clothes into the bathroom, and wasn't surprised to find that the bathroom had the same design as the bedroom.

Once I stepped into the hot shower, a thought came to me. Why did the clothes look like they were for me? They were small, and the size was what I wore. Also, why were there drawing materials on the desk? I was extremely good at drawing, so was my mom.